C172 Steel from the Ground

He brandished the horsetail whisk in his hand, transforming it into an expanse of a hundred thousand feet.

With a swift motion, he dispersed the golden palm and positioned himself protectively in front of Nezha.

Nezha finally took a deep breath.

Moments before, he had been unable to breathe, feeling as though death was imminent.

"Master."

Nezha called out softly